THIERRY.
Martell, a wonder!
Here's a woman that dares die.—Yet tell me,
Are you a wife?
ORDELLA.
I am, sir.
THIERRY.
And have children?
She sighs, and weeps.
ORDELLA.
Oh none, sir.
THIERRY.
Dare you venture,
For a poor barren praise you never shall hear,
To part with these sweet hopes?